Death.

Death has many different meanings.

It can mean the death of a person when there body turns to ash.

It can mean someone is dead when they have no way out. That in other words, they are at a dead end, stuck, they can't do anything.
That they might as well be dead.

Death can mean you're voice died away, because nobody hears or listens to you.

Then there's death on the inside.
That's the worse kind of death.
It's in you and slowly eats you from the inside out.

It's the worse because you are aware of it, but can't do anything,  it's a combination of all kinds of deaths put together.

It usually starts when someone wrongs you, or lies to you and never keeps a promise they made.

That's when hate comes.
It's a friend of Death's.

It consumes your heart, soul and affects the way you act.
That's when you start being shunned and considered a freak because you're "different".
And that's when depression comes.
Another friend of deaths.
It helps consume your entire inside but the outside takes longer.

You start to lose your appetite, feel weak because you don't sleep and you don't sleep because you are scared of nightmares you know that will come to haunt you if you do.

At one point you'll go insane if you haven't already.
That's when they finally realize something is wrong and take you to a hospital but it's to late.

Death has been a friend throughout all of my life.
It was always there, all around me.

Death was there when my friend died.
Death was there when my companion died.
Death was there when my grandmother died.
Death was always there.
Following me.
In a way death is like a stalker.
But a friendly one.

Do you know what medicine is?
It's what cures something but if you take to much or use it the wrong way it has some side effects, some can lead to Death.

One follows the other until they're all gone and now I see Death standing beside me, smiling.

Death is kind.

I finally feel happy again as Death extends it's hand towards me as I'm rushed to the emergency room.

I smile at death.
I want to be happy again so I take deaths hand and happily embrace the darkness and everlasting silence.

Thank you Death.